genesis lost

Oh the "Let there be”’s I would let be
If it were all so very simple you see.
Speak the world and it is done,
But that can't be the HOW of creation.
Good Orderly Direction
Gets me where I ought to go,
But it's more fun to wander
Off the straight and narrow.
Painted Boiled Peanuts lead me off track,
And it's always so hard to find my way back.
Against sense, defying logic, ain’t so bad after all  
Seuss and Carroll's truths were quite radical.
Fed on rhymes
And meandering threads, 
But
To grow old
We are told,
"Forget what they said.
Wrong and right; black and white.
Balances shifting; night to light.
The proper way the world tilts and turns.
Appropriate lessons and laws to learn."

Our fingers loosened their sleepy grip,
And our purpling dreams were allowed to slip
Deep into the grey matter of mind.
And we learnt dreams don't matter,
But we didn't mind.
We learned the most important matter
Is time.
And we rush with clocks
Tight in our fisted palms
Our dreams squeezed tight in our hats.
Our "Let there be this" and 
"Let there be that"
Has matured to "This is only this"
And "That is only that".